Sunday, April 20, 2014
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Sculpture: You have your two-ton block of marble, and the first step is to grab your largest chisel and chip off some pieces, one general chunk at a time, forming your rough shape. You are whacking at the block with a controlled lack of precision, putting faith to your muscle memory and conditioned coordination, the raw momentum of your arms in action, to work towards your goal. You don't dive into your solid block by first chipping and detailing out the nose or lips to finalized detail.
Of course, life isn't just one statue, it's an unknown and ever-changing quantity, an undefinable quantity; statues of varying sizes, shapes, materials, functions, and value. To move forward, you can't work on them all at once, you only have one chisel—two at your very best—three, four, and five with a little help from your friends. But even then, we can't expend our energy on dragging every statue into the same room. There simply is no time or space. Just as we wouldn't pack, heavy lift and move out of a house at 2:00 AM, exhausted after a full day of work—just as well, the human mind can only handle so much. We're surely capable of incredibly unbelievable things, but the hardest part is knowing.
To move forward, we must firstly focus on the room: Scope out and outline our immediate environment of potential opportunities and dangers. Yes, there are many other rooms surrounding you, but let's not worry about that. We are in this room right now. You can either stay, or get your feet moving to walk/run/crawl on to the next. Sometimes it's fine to stay and enjoy this room. Sometimes it's fine to visit another room that you haven't seen in a while. Then other times, you haven't the slightest fucking inkling of how to even get out. How did I get in here in the first place? The doors are locked, or they don't even exist, or maybe they do but your eyes are clouded. Sometimes you want to, and you can, and you will break through the wall with force, only to find yourself in a room you weren't expecting. Was it worth the pain and suffering? And often, it's dark, and it's hard to find your way back, even if you only just stepped in. We are vulnerable. Whether we do find our way back to the previous room, or somehow manage to trudge through the darkness, we can only continue to move forward.
To move forward, we must secondly focus on the statue(s). If you can't get out, perhaps you need to develop your statues, maybe they need to be shaped a little better. Chisel a chunk off here, detail something there. Develop your rhyme and reason along the way. At times the room may seem desperately huge and filled with so many statues, you can't even fit them all into your field of vision—meanwhile you are surrounded by monstrous entities seemingly living towards your demise. But eventually, you will find the right one. The right statue to expend your limited energy on, to push this singular megaton piece of your soul towards the tile—your goal. Sometimes this process is painstakingly slow, a solo cabin fever brooding in your psyche. But remember that one 4'x4' room with only one statue and one single tile that you zipped past fifteen years ago? Now you can lift that statue with just two fingers, but the options were the same then as it is now: Stay, or move on. Move on and push the statue into the tile inside the room, and unlock your path.
Thankfully, there is beauty to be found in this world. Sometimes you are rewarded with treasures for your efforts and hardships. Perhaps you attain a compass: A better understanding of what you want in life and where to look for it. But even with a solid direction, we'll still never know the distance in-between. Sometimes we draw up a map: To organize our journey as best we can, but the rooms never remain the same. It may seem like a living, breathing, arbitrarily asinine dungeon of perpetual chaos that only gets harder as you progress, no matter how well equipped you are, but there is always a way through. Progress, one room at a time, one statue at a time, and enjoy the beautiful mysterious things life has to offer along the way.
Sunday, September 02, 2012
Saturday, September 01, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Some old Magnus electric organ I found at the Salvation Army, forgot about this thing... It's so out of tune lol. Plz excuse the sloppiness, the springs under the keys are pretty brutal -_-
♫ God Save the Queen
♫ J.S. Bach - Prelude in C minor (til I run out of keys)
♫ Banjo-Kazooie - Clanker's Cavern (til I run out of keys)
♫ Banjo-Kazooie - Gruntilda's Lair